“By the way,” Axe said from his spot at the threshold. “Only rooms with queen beds were available, so I’ll let you sleep in here. I’ll be outside.”
“Outside?” she called out from the open bathroom door. “Isn’t that stretching out the good guy thing a little far? You can take the couch. I won’t freak out.”
Axe’s jaw hardened. He wasn’t ready for an overnighter with anyone. Not now while his dreams were riddled with terror-filled nightmares. He struggled to come up with something to get himself out of this. Angel didn’t need to know.
“I’m fine with staying out there. Seriously. I need to keep watch.”
“Okay, sure,” she said reluctantly. “Are you going to do the bear thing too? I hear you shifters need to get back to nature often.”
“Yeah, that.”
“Well just know that the way it looks out there, nature’s going to include pimps and crack whores.”
Axe had to smile. Around this stretch of road, she wasn’t far off the mark. They were hardly in the best part of town, but the panthers weren’t likely to look for either of them here.
“I’ll manage. Are you hungry? I can get us some food from that little diner we passed about a mile up the road.”
“Can I come with? After I shower.”
Axe took a seat on the sofa and checked the time on his phone. “Sure, you can come along, but we need to go now. We can’t risk having them catch sight of the bike.”
“Okay, but at least let me change,” she said, returning to the couch for her bag. Angel stared down at him for a moment. “You look beat. Maybe you should go get us takeout.”
He got to his feet, dwarfing her as she stayed in the same spot with one hand on the strap of the backpack. That vulnerable look in her eyes had him so tight in the chest, he had to get out of there. “I’ll be back in fifteen minutes. Don’t open the door for anyone.”
“Hey, tomorrow morning, we’ll have to hit the road early to keep ahead of whatever’s in the rearview. Cool?” Axe pointed out after they had dinner.
“Fine with me,” Angel answered. “All right. Time for that shower. I’ll be back.”
“What were you doing while I picked up dinner?”
She got to her feet. “Waiting for you to get back. Haven’t you heard the saying never step inside a shower when you’re alone in a seedy motel that looks like a chainsaw murderer was the last guy to rent the place?”
“Nope. Never heard that saying.”
She hummed all the way to the bathroom. Angel was not shy. She left the door half open, turned on the shower, and stripped out of all her clothes, giving him a show, as if daring him to go in there.
If that’s what she wanted—wild, raw sex in the shower—that was exactly what he’d give her. At the moment, need and desire overtook his exhaustion, and all he wanted to do was hear his name echo around that tiny shower stall while he took her hard. So when she wiggled out of her boy cut panties, he pushed off the sofa, removed every shred of clothes and stalked into the bathroom.
He didn’t say a word. He just picked her up and stepped into the standing shower, letting the stream of water cascade down between their bodies. He pressed her back against the wall and ignored the glaring fact that protected sex in the shower was just not possible. Not that it mattered for him. As a shifter, he was not susceptible to any form of disease, including STDs. Sure, he could knock her up, but that possibility was too far outside his current realm of primal consciousness.
Angel didn’t protest when he lowered his head to her breasts and bit down gently on one nipple. She didn’t ask him to stop when he lifted her up slightly to position himself. And she didn’t put up a fight when he gripped around her waist and sank his cock deep inside of her. In fact, she helped, wrapping her legs tightly around his hips, arms around his neck, hips tilting along with his rhythm each and every time he drove into her. And that sultry whimpering cry she let out in between pants and pleas for him to fuck her harder. Mutual craving was a damned good thing.
For a brief moment, Angel held on to his shoulders and pulled her head back just enough to lock eyes with him. He didn’t stop. He plunged into her tight, wet heat, admiring the look of longing mixed in with a fiery, piercing stare told him that she wanted only him, even though she was sure to deny it if he ever asked.
The next second, Angel’s hands were fisting his hair, and she pressed her wet mouth onto his lips. Every muscle in his body went taut as she kissed him just as fiercely as he fucked her, capturing his tongue and sucking, clashing their teeth together in a rough and rugged display of her need to dominate. She arched her back and jerked her hips, fighting for control. Her tight inner walls clenched along his shaft, taking pleasure as she gave him. As much as he enjoyed her effort, Angel needed to know he was the boss.
Eventually.
Right now, his cock ached to explode within her with every thrust. As he pounded into her, she dug her nails into his back, whimpering out that she was close to coming, breaking the skin as though she had sharp claws. Within no time, she cried and shook and seized, falling apart through her climax right up against the shower wall. Axe did what he’d been hoping to do since he fought off those idiot panthers who tried to steal her away from him. He gripped the hair at the back of her head, fisted a thick handful, and took her ruthlessly. Her back was sure to have a bruise tomorrow.
Soon, the pressure in his groin had built up to soaring heights. His muscles tensed and jerked. Before he could stop himself, he bit down on her shoulder, sinking his teeth into her flesh without breaking the skin. Angel shrieked from the shock, or maybe she just loved it. The sounds of her cry mixed in with the slapping of their skin as he plunged into her one or two or forty more times drove him past his limits until he was sure he would let out a bear growl through his orgasm.
Axe groaned through clenched teeth as he came, burying himself to the hilt, not caring that his seed was coating her inner walls.
No. He cared.
He wanted this, probably from the second he had laid eyes on her.
He had marked her, and taken her raw and hard. Now she was his. His cock jerked at the vague, primitive thought as he filled her up, and when Angel looked down into his eyes, it was as though she understood that truth. She dislodged her nails from his back and lowered her head to rest on his shoulder. Slowly, Axe pulled apart from her, letting her down his body until her feet were back on solid ground. Angel craned her neck up to look at him, saying everything with her eyes, not needing words, letting the water wash them clean again.
As they stood there under the hot flowing stream of water, Axe had only one feral kernel of thought.
Protect what was his.
Nothing else mattered.
11
Axe
Axe threw on a pair of boxers and sat on the bed. A bone dead tiredness quickly set in. He wasn’t expecting to be this beat. The flimsy mattress sunk in half under his weight. It had been a long night even before he had fucked Angel hard in the shower. He curled his fingers into the mattress and stretched out on the comforter, made cool from the air conditioning unit that lined up with the bed. He looked up at the ceiling and around the room. Jesus, this place was a hellhole. He wasn’t expecting the Ritz, but compared to this place, the clubhouse was a palace.
“Are you okay over there?” she asked.
“Huh?” His focus swiveled from the dented and falling apart chest of drawers that held an old TV on it. Angel was draped in a towel. Tiny droplets of water eased down her hair to the tops of her gorgeous breasts. He already wanted to rip the towel away and trace each droplet with his tongue as they moved down her body. With her curves, he could picture licking every bead of water until she was quivering.
“Hello? You there?” Angel said again, waving to get his attention this time.
He jerked himself out of the fantasy and returned his gaze to her face.
“Yes,” he rasped. “All good.”
Ange leaned against the door jamb.
The bathroom light cast shadows on her nearly nude body, highlighting her silhouette. Fuck. As drained as he felt, he couldn’t stop the erection tenting his boxers. Her towel slid down slightly on one side, and he swallowed hard, catching an eyeful of delicious cleavage.
“Didn’t you say something about taking the couch?”
“That was before,” he muttered. “Get over here. Now.”
Angel ran her hand through her hair and scrunched up her nose in a mildly annoyed expression. “Not until I’m good and ready,” she huffed.
He saw right through the failed attempt at disinterest.
Axe couldn’t hold back his smile, which damn near took over his entire face. She was lucky he hadn’t yet forced himself to get up off the bed. That towel would be gone again and he’d do ungodly things to her luscious nakedness, right here in this room. Still, he couldn’t resist the huge gaping hole of opportunity to mock her half-hearted attempt at domination.
“Yes, mistress. Just let me know how standing over there is working for you.”
Judging by her lack of response, he figured she would give up on the power struggle and come to bed. Angel did neither. Instead, he got an eyeful of her delicious, naked curves as the towel dropped to the carpet. His cock went from firm to hard as granite in an instant, and he lifted off the bed. Dragging his gaze across her nakedness, he made sure to claim every damn inch of her with his eyes. Axe couldn’t even try to tamp down the growl that formed deep in his chest and rumbled at the back of this throat.
Angel was… fucking gorgeous.
She arched a brow and placed one hand on her hip, kicking it out so the hollows of her mound were contoured with shadow. Before Axe knew it, the exhaustion he had been feeling was long gone, and he was standing in front of her again, pressing her naked back against the wall. Their eyes locked. A grin stretched across Angel’s face. The sound of her throaty gurgle of a laugh, had his cock like a kickstand in his pants, pointing right at her.
He swallowed thickly.
“Are you going to stare until the sun comes up, or are you going to obey me?” she asked. Her voice was barely above a whisper, but there was no mistaking the potency of the word ‘obey’.
He nodded.
“Sit on the bed,” she ordered.
“You won’t use that tone again after I’m done with you,” he warned her, boldly stripping out of his boxers.
“What did I say?” she asked in the exact same tone.
This woman was bold and brash, the way she persisted in butting heads with him. Axe was used to calling the shots in and out of the bedroom. He yielded to no one, but this little lady still didn’t give a fuck. Damn, it was sexy. Unable to hide his grin, he met her halfway. Taking her by one hand, he shuffled back to the bed and sat at the edge. All he had to do was play it cool and let the pretty little curvy woman with the commanding voice boss him around a little bit. Maybe for a couple of hours. Okay fuck, maybe for five minutes.
Angel traced her index finger down between her breasts, over her stomach, and paused at her neatly trimmed bush.
“This game of yours won’t last a minute if you keep teasing me that way,” he growled out, tightening his grip on her wrist.
Damn. Angel went down on her knees in front of him. Her long damp hair brushed against his legs, and his stiff cock was inches from her sexy, fuckable mouth, so close his tip could part her lips if he breathed too deeply. She stared up at him, stretching out the moment for way too long.
“Be a good boy and don’t move.”
Angel leaned in further, connecting her tongue with his tip. The exhales from her mouth tickled his skin all the way along his shaft to his stomach, silently reminding him she was the boss. For now. Unable to look away from that mouth of hers, he marveled as she took almost every inch of his shaft into her mouth without using her hands. Christ, it was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. She moved her lips up and down his shaft, letting her tongue swirl around the tip each time she pulled back. A deep rumble vibrated through his chest to his lips, and their eyes locked. Angel smirked at him, giving him a sassy wink.
“You know what I want.”
Angel almost jumped, and audibly swallowed past the lump in her throat at the stern, dangerous timbre in his voice. There it was again. More proof that this little lady had no idea who she was dealing with. Except she made a damned good effort to hang on to the reins right now. She released his cock and pulled away until she was a few feet from him. He all but whimpered from the cold air that replaced her hot, wet mouth. Angel’s lips quirked up into a slight smile as she pointed back toward the pillows, motioning for him to stretch out along the length of the bed.
Axe did what she asked, but again, he did it the way he wanted, scooping her up from the floor and taking her with him. The only question he thought he might ask her was whether it was really submission if he wanted already planning to do what she wanted. Not that he cared right this second. At the moment, he was busy spreading her legs so she would straddle him from her spot on top of him.
Angel pushed off his chest and sat up. His gaze idly traced down from her face to the bite mark on her shoulder.
His mark.
His woman.
Smiling, he continued his perusal of her pale, creamy skin. He had a hard time ripping his attention away from her small pink nipples. She placed her hands over each breast just then, teasing him at the very same instant that he inwardly remarked how lucky he was to have her in his orbit. Axe sighed and covered her hands with his.
Angel flicked them away with a swat. “You get to touch me when I say so, and not a second sooner.”
“You’re sure about that?” Axe asked, gesturing down at his cock, which at the moment was getting the sexiest massage as Angel rubbed her wet folds against it from her position on top of him. “Not that I mind the contradiction, sweet thing. I’m just saying.”
She rolled her eyes, but didn’t reply, and also did not stop grinding her hips against his for the wettest, hottest dry hump he’d ever had in his natural born life. Axe upped the ante. He threaded his fingers gently through her hair, smiling as he tugged backward with just enough force to get her attention.
“Answer me,” he demanded.
“Do. You. Want. To. Fuck. Me.” Angel uttered, still fighting to take back control.
Axe could only laugh. The statement was all the more entertaining given her hips were rolling right now. It wasn’t exactly a question, so he didn’t answer it. His eyes narrowed, and with one hand firmly gripping Angel’s hip, he lifted her up, away from his groin. Angel groaned out a pleading moan. Maybe now, she could sense the heat of his dick, so close but so far from her center. Damn, he missed the contact too, but fuck, she needed a reminder that lust, sex, and that other L-word he wasn’t ready to use were all on the proverbial two-way street. Gritting his teeth, he cocked his head and waited.
“You’re a piece of work, Axe,” she hissed.
He rumbled out a throaty laugh. “You’d better believe it, baby. Have I made my point, or do you want to wait some more?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You’re not making any sense,” he barked. “What are you saying yes to?”
“That you’ve made your point,” she confessed in a whimper, much to his satisfaction, and to his cock’s relief.
Releasing his grip on her hair, Axe positioned his tip at her opening and jerked her body down hard along his shaft. Angel still hadn’t figured out up from down as she threw her head backward and picked up right where she left off with the grinding. A low, ragged moan escaped from Axe’s lips. He could barely breathe. The expression on Angel’s face near drove him to madness, seeing her this wild and completely caught up in the moment. Hell, it was almost as satisfying as the way she rode him.
As Angel picked up the pace, Axe pistoned deeper into her, intensifying each stroke. His hands held her hips, but she was the one making the mind-blowing moves right now. Any attempt to think, even on a basic level, was put on
hold as she raised and lowered her tight, slick heat up and down his shaft. Her moans echoed in the dingy room, drawing him forward, compelling him closer, making his pulse pound and echo from his ears to his temples.
When Angel leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his, he was sure he’d erupt any minute. The sensation of her lips on his, her breasts against his chest, and changing the angle of their connection down south did him in. She surprised him again by working her hips in smooth circles, and as he pressed his eyes shut, Angel bit down so hard on his bottom lip, he tasted blood. His eyes flicked open just in time to see a playful half-grin on her face, and still, kept going as though it was completely normal. Maybe this bite was payback for leaving teeth marks on her neck.
So be it.
It was worth every second, watching her sway and grind. He stared at the gorgeous woman as she did whatever the fuck she wanted to him until he couldn’t just lie back and watch. He had to touch the seductive minx who made his brain and body get closer to losing it. Axe wasted no time. His hand found her wet, warm cleft, and circled her sensitive bud with his thumb. Angel groaned, gasped and sped up. Her muscles clenched around him as she worked with his rhythm until he was sure she was about to become unhinged—and then he stopped completely, just to keep her on her toes. He grinned and waited.
“Wicked bastard,” she groaned.
Angel’s rested her hands on his shoulders. Their combined body heat seemed hot enough to burn. He continued then, worshipping her as her eyes snapped shut again, and her body bucked and writhed.
“Come for me, Angel,” he groaned, taking that much more pleasure from seeing her get close to falling apart.
Her entire body froze in one spot, and her inner walls clenched. He was enjoying it so much that hips shot forward without his consent, burying deep inside this goddess.
“Don’t…stop…please…” she panted out her plea.
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